I wouldn’t need to get undressed to be touched, eaten or fucked.Terry grabbed the blanket from the back of his car. It was an Army surplus wool blan...et and came in quite handy. We spread it out, ate our victuals, and talked about the movie.When we were finished with the food, we packed up our trash, and he put it back into the car and then we got down to the business of sex.I had him lay down, so he could relax as I fished his cock out of his pants and began to suck him off. I was going for. Lunch was some more pizza and wings in the conference room, but by then it had become obvious that the project would be ready for Thursday morning. While there was still work being done, it was now at the level of moving slides around and checking punctuation. Around two, though, there was a cry from the art studio, and Tina ran into Jack’s office. “Jack, come quick! Lisa’s collapsed!”Jack popped up from his desk and ran out into the hallway. Pushing his way through the crowd, he found Lisa’s. It was a simple gold chain, 24 karat, barely long enough to be hidden by the collar of my shirt, per Army regulations. The mouth of the clasp could either attach to the end, where my shirt would hide it, or somewhere along the chain, to turn it into a choker style necklace. It had single charm on it, a ring like one would find on a collar. I thought about the ramifications of this gift, what donning it would mean. Accepting it would be a tacit agreement to continue my submission to him. The. ” “So use that intuition with all shares you see! Playing the stock market really isn’t that hard. You just have to tune in to what people want, and then buy shares in the company that will give it to them. And if there are more than one company in the field, then that’s where your wonderful intuition comes in!” Ellenor refills her glass, smiling. The idea is tempting… “You know, Ellenor… I wanted to ask you for a favor.” “What is it?” “You speak Spanish, right?” “French, Spanish, German… why.